Guilty Pleasures
by Steve
The Blog Post Idea Challenge continues, with Tim’s suggestion of a post around “guilty pleasures”. Well, here goes…
“Guilty pleasures” started out as quite a fun and refreshing concept. I liked the idea of looking beyond what was deemed cool, or critically worthy, or culturally relevant, and exploring lesser valued avenues for entertainment. A film needn’t be Citizen Kane to be worthwhile. There was good music beyond the indie ghetto.
There was something liberating about “coming out” and acknowledging that you enjoyed stuff outside the commonly accepted canon. You could listen to and enjoy “Baby One More Time” without being sneered at.
Yet, it seems like as time has gone on, the whole concept has changed considerably. Guilty Pleasures is now a trademarked enterprise. What started out as a fun radio show has become an entertainment behemoth. The X-Factor had a whole week themed around the concept. It is now, perhaps, just another genre, at least musically, rather than a stand against accepted thought.
It also seems more and more like an ironic pose. This is not about seeking out lesser known music/films/TV/etc or reappraising music/films/TV/etc that have been widely dismissed as disposable/vapid/crap etc.
And the pleasures just don’t seem so guilty anymore. These aren’t hidden joys, or reactions against common convention. They are mainstream. They are shared. There’s nothing to be guilty about anymore.
Maybe that’s a good thing – that we are all more open-minded, willing to cast our net wider, to keep our inner snob in check. But, I suspect that it is a more a fashion, rather than a deeply held love or enjoyment from unexpected quarters. It seems like the pleasure it missing just as much as the guilt is.
However, I’m probably just working on my own set of particular prejudices. Maybe the whole idea of “guilty pleasures” was bound up in my own inverted snobbery and contrarianism. Perhaps now it is bound up in the mainstream I don’t want any part of it?
Or…maybe I’m just miserably over-thinking something that doesn’t really warrant it. And perhaps I should answer Tim’s question and get on with listing a few of my own guilty pleasures.
Michael Bublé
I love the old Sinatra/Martin/Darin swing stuff, and initially I hated the idea of some slick young guy working that act. But, I’ve grown to love him. Every interview I’ve seen with him he’s been funny, thoughtful and able to not take himself too seriously. His stagecraft is phenomenal. It is not easy to hold a whole stadium in the palm of your hand, but he makes it look effortless. He’s a much better singer than many give him credit for – his phrasing, dynamics, breathing all spot on. His own songs are catchy, fun and make me smile. Plus, I have a tiny man crush on him. I admit it. I am aware that this choice has probably blown any musical taste credibility I may have had out of the window.
Professional Wrestling
There is a whole epic post lingering in the back of my head about my lifelong love of professional wrestling. I barely watch it now, but I still go back to it every now and then. I think it is really overlooked as an artform. Seriously. While a lot of the modern stuff is rubbish, there are some matches I’ve seen that have been compelling and emotional theatre. I hate that so many wrestlers have died so young, which is probably what has turned me off following it so closely in recent years. But I do love the stories it has told, and I love the idea of a grey area between sport and ‘entertainment’.
Musicals
My favourite film is Singin’ In The Rain. This is very much the accepted choice of musical, as it is pretty meta and clever and all that. But I even enjoy the bad musicals. Gene Kelly is one of my all-time heroes. I don’t think anything is as wonderfully escapist as an old 1950s MGM musical on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Pot Noodles
Maybe this should have gone in my comfort food post. Pot Noodles are a bit of an ironic, student-y choice for many. Their advertising completely plays up to that image. But I actually truly and genuinely love them. I’ve even convinced myself that they aren’t that bad for me. Given half a chance, home alone, the Pot Noodle is my go-to lunch. My absolute favourite was an incredibly spicy flavour from a “Pots of the World” range, which I think they stopped in about 1999. I seem to remember my Friday night routine during my mid-teens often involving Friends, Frasier and Pot Noodle. I was a pretty rock’n’roll teenager, you know. I still miss those Pots of the World, although the “Bombay Bad Boy” falvour is a fine substitute.
I’ve been thinking about guilty pleasures over the past 24 hours. In the 30 Days of Music thing, day 15 or 16 is supposed to be about a guilty pleasure. I’m with you that the term “guilty pleasure” seems to have lost some meaning, but I’ve thought long and hard about it, and I was able to come up with some entertainments I feel genuinely guilty for enjoying. I’m going to take a little creative license with the editorial calendar and move that topic up to Thursday…
I’m sort of with you on professional wrestling. I got to take a client to a WWE match a few years ago; I was surprised at how much fun I had. Lucha Libre is all the rage here in Albuquerque…I haven’t been to an event yet, but it looks like a blast.
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I love lucha libre – wrestling is still real in Mexico! Well, at least the fans think it is, which makes it a lot more fun. It is such a colourful, surreal spectacle. I saw some lucha libre in an art gallery once. It was weird.
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Some great guilty pleasures here, Steve, that have sparked a couple of personal memories …
Your love of professional wrestling reminds me of the Saturday afternoons of my youth when the final segment of ITV’s World of Sport before the footy results was taken up by the likes of Big Daddy, Giant Haystacks and Mick McManus. Personally, I always preferred sumo though, as narrated on its brief forays on Channel 4 by the wonderful Brian Blessed.
And there’s nothing wrong with musicals. My dad brought me up on the film versions of South Pacific, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, Oklahoma etc, I’ve seen my fair share on the West End and Broadway stages, and the first film I ever saw at the cinema was Grease. Even now, it’s still one of my favourite films for entirely sentimental reasons.
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Some of my earliest memories revolve around watching the wrestling on a Saturday afternoon – happy days! Simon Garfield’s book “The Wrestling” is a great chronicle of the times, and the decline of British wrestling once Greg Dyke threw it off ITV.
Is there anyone who doesn’t love Grease? I watched it again a little while back and was surprised by how dark it was in parts…
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I love musicials too. A legacy of watching Sunday afternoon movies with my mum when I was a young lad I guess. There’s something wonderful about people bursting into song in the middle of everyday activity (although I’m not a Bollywood fan). Dancer in the Dark is the most powerful modern musical but not wquite so upbeat as Singin’ In the rain or on The Town.
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I haven’t seen Dancer in the Dark, I’ve have to check it out.
I love the idea of people just bursting into song, and that song progressing the story. Film is a pretty absurd medium anyway, and musicals just seem to run with that absurdity in the most wonderful way.
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